Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from China and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Rod Modell to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Leonard Cohen,
Wally Richardson,
Piero Umiliani,
Connie Case,
Accadde A,
The Monks,
Quadrant,
Yellowson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
R.M.O.,
The Trojans,
Jawbox,
Darondo,
Scientists,
Erasure,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Junior Murvin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fuzztones,
Silicon Teens,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Animal Collective,
Jeff Lynne,
Au Pairs,
Y Pants,
Adolescents,
Heaven 17,
The Mummies,
X-102,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ohio Players,
Procol Harum,
Ronnie Foster,
John Coltrane,
a-ha,
Crispy Ambulance,
Infiniti,
Ornette Coleman,
Thompson Twins,
Angry Samoans,
Bronski Beat,
Gang of Four,
Kevin Saunderson,
The United States of America,
the Bar-Kays,
The Misunderstood,
Cal Tjader,
Skarface,
The Pop Group,
Hashim,
Joe Finger,
Qualms,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fall,
Unwound,
Barbara Tucker,
The J.B.'s,
The Busters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.